Drifter's Cove

When I was a kid I thought that freedom means having a car. Driving and speed was my ultimate gauge for being a real man. I got my first car the moment I stepped into my legal age. It was my dad’s gift to me. The model is a second hand, ninth generation of Toyota Corolla E120, which I considered to be my first love. My driving lessons came ahead of that, thanks to my cousin and best friend. I could still remember those hazy afternoons where I would go straight to their house after school for my driving lessons. It’s probably one of the reasons why I wasn’t really into girls.

There’s plenty of fish in the sea but cars are much more fun. The urge of being behind the wheel, the freedom of speed, the magic of being transported into another place with the minimum time and the skills to beat all other cars in the road were really tempting. They’re not just the racing games that I play online, but it’s the real me who’s controlling it. I’m also thankful to my father not just for giving me a car but also for introducing me to driving signs and confusing road signs to get my driver’s license. Now that I’m working and have bought my second car, I can say that being behind the wheel is still my ultimate drive.